He tied me up on the first date [MF]

Today is my BF [23 M] and my [23 F] one year anniversary, so I thought I’d post a little something to honor where our physical relationship began.

We’d been texting for a month or two before we starting dating, and definitely got racey via dm’s. We’d touch ourselves to others word porn. And to make it that much better, we hadn’t seen each other physically for a year prior due to covid. So literally, our words and intellectual connection was enough to get us both horny and riled up. We’d been talking from across the ocean, so finally, he decided to move up to my city last summer the same week my parents were out of town for a wedding. I took this chance to stay with him in his new apartment a literal DAY after he moved into town.

For how serious we both were about dating each other, we were both equally excited (and nervous) to get inside each other’s pants. I remember facetiming my bestie the night before and practice hugging and kissing a pillow raised 1 foot above my head for practice – I hadn’t been intimate with anyone in quite a while, and he’d told me he was 6’ 2’ – a whole foot and three inches taller than me. I didn’t want to fuck up the whole date by giving him an awkward first hug! What if it spoiled the vibes and then I didn’t get laid after dinner?

Meanwhile, he had gone the whole nine yards to prepare the most romantic first date of my life. He’d adorned his whole apartment with beautiful fairly lights, themed his balcony as a Spanish restaurant, and prepared a 3 course meal from scratch all to ask me out to be his girlfriend. Each detail was so elaborately thought out and wholesome. If it wasn’t for the wine I’d been chugging throughout the night raising my horniness, I’d have thought, “hmm maybe he’s not a ‘tap on the first date’ type of guy”. But once those fairy lights were turned off, and I’d pulled my overnight bag from the car after deeming the date to have been a success so far…

The dark side was revealed. We made our way to his bedroom and innately began caressing one another – tenderly sweeping over each other’s body..ready to learn each crevice in depth as each other’s new lovers. We made out like the world had kept us apart for 20 years..and had finally gave in on the secret and rewarded us with divine ecstasy.

When our clothes started peeling off, he whispered in my ear to hold for a second and to start touching myself. I had several hookups before him, each a different level of kinky, but his request for me to touch myself? Randomly soft and unheard of. I did so, moaning quietly and gently pushing up against his pillows. Then, from the corner of my eyes…I saw him whip out a vibrator. I was stunned. A man..owning a vibrator? For a second I thought it was a gross remnant of a past fling of his..but he quickly explained, in between him licking his fingers and gently placing them in between my thighs..that the vibrator was part of his preparations exclusively for me and our special first date. That thought alone probably made me cum so fucking fast. He sat back down on the bed, moving me into his lap and then brought my arms over to grip his long legs that sprawled on either side of me. The sensation of him gently touching my clit with one hand while guiding the vibrator inside me with the other is a feeling I’ll never forget. I felt like royalty being pampered. I felt so loved and desired.

After a nice round of lovemaking, we collapsed into the bed and watched the stars twinkle and fade. In pillow talk, we briefly touched on how kinky we both were and how BDSM sub/dom relations could be more freeing for the sub when done correctly. He impressed me with his sexual understanding, and he had read up on “She Comes First”…I could feel another lady boner coming just hearing him talk.

The next morning, we woke up to a nice sun filled room, both absolutely naked. We kissed a bit, planned where we wanted to go for breakfast. I was still in a happy daze that I was in bed with my new boyfriend. So much in la la land that I didn’t notice what he was grabbing from underneath his bed as I laid there underneath his bedsheets. My vision still was blurry, but I felt some clicks and tugs at the foot of his bed. He was making a lot of sure but sturdy movements.

“Um..what are you doing?” I asked genuinely but now my vision couldn’t deceive me. He way TYING BUCKLES TO HIS BED FRAME ON ALL FOUR CORNERS.

“Oh, I’m tying you up.” He spoke so cooly that I could feel myself getting wet again. I’d actually never been tied up before…but I had just spoken to him at night about how I’d always wanted to try it…I didn’t mean I wanted to try it instantly that next morning!

But I tried to keep my cool as his glided his hands up my legs and scooted them into their proper buckles, checking with me if each had a good enough grip or not. He stopped there first before moving onto the hands..leveling his body down to eye level with my pussy. He grinned to himself and slowly entered inside me. First with his fingers. Gliding in and out of me..and then with gentle kisses right over my garden..and then in with his tongue. I let out a lot of heavy breaths trying to process where I was in the moment. Here in the city. In broad daylight. Tied up with this new date of mine. First date that is. Him going down on me, praising me and my body like I was a goddess. He kept loving on me with his mouth until I couldn’t take it. My body pulsed into his mouth and couldn’t hit a break. He took his moment to slowly move up, teasing me by grazing his fingernails up from down under and then onto my breasts. He slowly sucked on them and moved my arms upward until they were level with the buckles latched to the headboard. I raised no complaints, resisted close to nothing. Now I was sprawled on his queen bed like my body was meant for it. His cock was hard and full, sizing me up along with his eyes.

He slowly began to enter inside of me, rubbing my clit with each thrust. My mind was in shambles. My body, shaking – one, from being a little cold that the AC had kicked in, and two from the sheer excitement of being tied up in a new lover’s bedroom. My dirty mind was spitting fireworks at every turn. This was what I’d fantasize about bored and alone throughout the bloody pandemic. I was living my fucking fantasy.

He picked up his rhythm as he heard my moans growing more and more animalistic. I lifted my eyes to meet his- to see if he was as shocked as I was that this was actually happening- that he had tied me up on the first date. His eyes gleamed piercingly like an animal in the middle of pouncing on its prey. It was so fucking sexy that I could feel myself saying “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckkkk that’s wicked hot!” in my head as I started to lose it. Our eyes stayed locked as he continued thrusting into me and as I lifted my hips up back onto him. We kept our gaze so focused until we both felt my body hitting it’s absolute, utmost peak. As if my inner walls were melting away and my pussy had no restrain, I let out the most brilliant release I’ve had all onto his cock, that very much was still hard and in duty inside of me.

It took me a while to catch my breath and realize I had even broken out a slight sweat..and to catch up on the thought that I had just came wayyyyy before my man. I thought that only happened in porn and in my dreams. But here I was..tied up and fucked hard… on the first date. He then unbuckled me and sat me down on the floor to touch myself while I sucked on his cock til *his* release could spill onto all over me. Which is a memory I also can’t erase from my head.

The rest of our story has been nothing short of fucking fantastic. And to that, cheers to all the kinky lovers on this page. And a happy anniversary to me and mine (whenever he catches this post that is).

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vkaixa/he_tied_me_up_on_the_first_date_mf