*New account for my first attempt writing the kind of sexy stories that I enjoy reading – time will tell where it goes, or whether it goes anywhere at all. I have some ideas. I welcome feedback.*
*This is fiction, please assume that everything I describe is between consenting adults.*
*“Stay calm … focus on the sounds in the room …”* she silently repeated to herself, determined to keep the sound of her own pounding heartbeat – increasingly amplified by the vast of the snug, padded blindfold covering her closed eyes – from overtaking her remaining senses. *“Breathe in… breathe out…”* She continued to wait, fully exposed yet comfortable, steadily holding her position on her hands and knees, her bare torso resting on the purpose-built furniture that she’d seen for the first time when she arrived earlier.
A year ago she wouldn’t have dreamed she would ever agree to do anything like this, her life having become an endless beige blur of self-imposed to-do lists and unrealized Pinterest board dreams. Her kids, once so dependent on her, had graduated to adulthood, leaving her with a strangely hollow sense of accomplishment – and a nagging fear that she and her dependable husband were destined to share an endless string of unremarkable days together in their empty nest. She’d had an emotional breakdown – no, an epiphany – deciding, for the first time in a very long time, to indulge her own wants and needs (that is, once she figured out what she actually wanted or needed).
<*SHLICK!*> The sharp sound of the door locking behind her snapped her back to reality. How could she have let her mind wander so much that she didn’t even hear the door open and close? Or, more likely, He had intentionally entered the room silently so that He could use the sound of the lock to maximum effect. And now footsteps, the crisp sound of dress shoes on the polished concrete floor approaching from behind, becoming clearer, closer, then turning to complete a slow, full circle around her – she imagined the face of a clock as he passed 11, then 3, and then 5 – before coming to a stop at her side, causing a brief draft of air to sweep across her bare skin, carrying with it a mixture of scents that seemed to include shoe polish, after shave, leather, and an indiscernible assortment of body and hair care products, the breeze itself triggering a wave of goosebumps beginning at the backs of her calves, spreading up her thighs and around the lovely curve of her backside, past the small of her back and on to the back of her neck, where it compelled the fine hairs there to stand erect.
It was there, after a purposeful pause, that she felt today’s first touch, His hand on the back of her neck. It laid there, heavy, before steadily sliding down her spine and coming to rest at the small of her back. She waited, *“…breathe in… breathe out…,”* as she felt His fingers draw back … balling his hand into a fist, then pressing his knuckles firmly into her skin twice – “yes” – indicating His approval of her presentation of herself according to His previous instructions. Her immediate relief was reflected in a subtle glow that swept across her entire body. He removed his hand, leaving the spot on her lower back where it had been cooler, lonely, craving more.
She heard Him step back, and the faint sound of moving fabric as He lowered himself next to her (breathe in, breathe out…), then felt a restraint encircle her left ankle, His finger sliding alongside her skin to tighten it precisely, then resting His hand on His handiwork as He stood to move to her other side to repeat the process there. Next she felt a soft leather strap slide across her lower back and heard the clinks of a buckle as He snugged it up, securing her abdomen against the smooth leather of the padded bench. When she heard Him rise and begin moving around to her front, she gambled by ever-so-briefly flexing and rotating each freshly-pedicured foot, gauging the comfort and tightness of their restraints before quickly returning them to their beautifully immobile state. He made quick work of the remaining two restraints, one for each wrist. He was usually so slow and methodical – had her blatant movement been detected, necessitating his quick retaliation? Or was He unknowingly indicating an eagerness to begin?
She felt His finger trace the shape of a question mark on the back of her left hand, and she promptly responded to his inquiry by forming a fist and tapping it twice, “yes,” acknowledging her willful participation in their arrangement. She refocused in her darkness, inhaling carefully, then exhaling (just as carefully), listening intently as His footsteps moved away, followed by sounds she couldn’t exactly place (unpacking a bag, perhaps?), then footsteps approaching again. She held perfectly still, waiting, but her peace was instantly obliterated when the quick click of a switch activated the unmistakable, inescapable electric buzz of the Magic Wand.
*“…breathe in… breathe out…”*
…to be continued
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