I laid on the bed, aware of every single little noise. I had mentioned before that I’d always wanted to be blindfolded and left to wait, but I was still a little surprised by the setup. Four cuffs attached to the bed and a night mask on the pillow with a note that said “get undressed, yes, everything. Use your hands to restrain your ankles, then your left wrist, leave your right undone but rest your arm inside the cuff and be still. Breathe, relax, forget the world, I’ll be here soon.”
Last night was unreal, I had never felt more desired or comfortable. We had dinner – no pressure if things didn’t feel right, and things didn’t feel right – they felt perfect. From the very first warm embrace, before we were seated, I knew I didn’t just want to be yours, but I already was. You effortlessly slipped one arm around my waist and kissed my neck just below my ear, sighing audibly as you did, quickly making me weak in the knees.
Dinner flew by, and so did my first 2 glasses of wine. When you touched my bare knee and urged “slow down, drink some water,” suddenly I was overwhelming aware of you. The way you smelled, the way you smirked when you were mentioning something you were proud of, I was transfixed by everything about you. It wasn’t long, and you were paying the check, pulling out my chair and guiding me out of the restaurant.
Once in the lobby, a friendly hug, and smile, “dinner was fun, thank you for the company.” I must have looked panicked because you laughed as soon as you saw my face. “Something wrong?” you smiled, “was there something else?”
I looked down shyly, I didn’t know how to say what I wanted, I was embarrassed somehow about how strongly I felt after only being near you such a short time.
You lifted my chin up to meet your eyes “I need you to say something so that I know you really want this. Do you want to come back to my room with me?” I nodded, “do you want me to make you mine?” “yes, please,” I answered. In an instant, my back was against a wall, we were in the elevator. I never even saw you press a number, but your hand was up the back of my neck gripping my hair, mouth right against my ear “I hope you’re ready for this”
I had mentally prepared for anything - cuffs, flogger - all possibilities. I was scared, and you sensed it, played with it, whispered in my ears, with hot breath against my skin. Told me all the ways you wanted to own me. All the ways you were going to make me your slut. I was so ready I could have jumped out of my skin.
What I wasn’t ready for was what happened when the elevator door opened. When it opened, you gently took my hand and led me to the end of the hall when we reached the door you held my face in your hands and kissed me like I had never been kissed before in my life. I felt adored, I felt loved. It was the sweetest moment of my life.
“All those nerves you have right now, about what might happen, none of that is happening tonight, love. Tonight I am going to adore every single part of you, now I am going to make love to you as you’ve never experienced.” And then you did, you took me in your arms and held me while you kissed and caressed me until the rest of the world simply melted away. Euphoria…I don’t know how long we were there, but it felt like a never-ending night of the most intense passion and pleasure I could have ever dreamt.
So here I am the next day, waiting for you to return. Cuffed and tied just as you have requested because I am ready - ready to be owned by you, ready to be used by you, Ready for anything.
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