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Her small dinning table was set against the wall.

We sat at opposite sides chatting amiably over a glass of wine as we had done many times in the past. We had known each other for many years and enjoyed each others company, but our relationship never got beyond the friendly cuddle stage.

Since finishing college as a mature student she had found a new and very attractive confidence, able to question subjects that before she would have run a mile from, and now she was ‘grilling’ me about my predilection for dominance, which she had known about but had never shown the slightest interest in before.

‘What possible pleasure can you get from tying or being tied up and having someone mess about with you’

My only defense at this moment was ‘you have to have the courage to try it to see how it affects you’.

The conversation went along those lines for some time and as the evening wore on we moved to the settee and she put lit candles on the table and the mantle and we settled into an even more relaxed mood, the wine and dim lights working their mellow magic.

“Just take my word, it is one of those things you have to try”, I had run out of justifications and knew I was resorting to ‘because I say so’.

“No, I can’t see any fun in it at all”. Her words were ever so slightly slurred so I took all my courage in both hands and said “if you won’t try it give it a go in your imagination”. This seemed to give her food for thought. “What, you mean like masturbation?” “No” I replied “a little more imaginative than that”.

With mounting excitement xslot I explained what I had in mind.

“Close your eyes”, she was lounging on the opposite end of the settee with her feet up between us. She gave me a long questioning look which I repaid with an ‘I dare you’ look.

She closed her eyes and lent her head back on the settee arm. “Ok, lets see what it’s like”

In for a penny in for a pound, I started speaking in a tone I imagined a hypnotist might use.

“You are with someone you trust completely, you are warm, comfortable and relaxed”. She purred and settled into the cushions on her back with her knees raised between us.

“Take yourself into your bedroom, you are laid on your bed naked, your wrists are fastened above you to the bed head and your legs to the bottom posts, wide apart: you have a blindfold over your eyes”.

A gentle smile played around her lips, her body limp and relaxed.

“A movement at the bottom of the bed tells you where he is, a gentle touch against your ankle which starts slowly to wend its way up the inside of your open legs”.

An almost imperceptible movement of her bottom pressing into the cushions told me she was along for the ride.

“It is starting to dawn on you that your really are unable to do anything and your tormentor really is in control. His warm palms stroke the inside of your thighs and you can just feel the touch of his finger against the hair surrounding your pussy”.

I watched her face as closely as I could, as she slowly sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, her xslot Giriş imagination joining the game. Her hands had found their way to the front of her hips where they rested lightly, ready, I thought, to move.

Some of the candles glowing round the room were scented and their aromas were melting into the mood and seemed to be making all my nerve ends tingle, I hoped it was the same for her.

I looked at her laid there and tried to keep myself under control, this was after all her fantasy.

A few moments had passed since I last spoke.

“Go on”. Her whisper had a note of demand about it, so I did as I was told.

“As his fingers trail little circles on your thigh you feel another movement as he leans forwards and lightly kisses your navel, after the kiss his tongue stays and makes small circles on your tummy and those circles slowly, so slowly, move down. His fingers are still stroking your thigh, his tongue is coming to meet them, and their meeting place, well now how is that feeling?”

Being brought into the script caught her on the hop. “Wet and warm”. She breathed the words rather than said them.

Her hands had now moved to her crotch and she was pressing rhythmically against the seam on her jeans.

“Go on”. This with more urgency than last time.

“You feel a firm touch on your nipple, his thumb and fore finger squeeze and roll the bud between them”.

A very slight but definite moan escaped her lips as more pressure was applied to her crotch.

“His fingers and lips meet, his tongue finds your clitoris, xslot Güncel Giriş his finger slides into your pussy, slow, slow movements, your nipple being squeezed in his other hand”

I could no longer see her face; her head was pushed back over the arm of the settee. I could tell she was going on her own way.

Her hands were now both playing, one having unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, the other had found its way into her blouse and was making free with her nipples.

“Please”. She whispered the word to me, demanding I continue

“The wet warmth of his tongue is flicking round your clitoris, two fingers are working in and out of your pussy, his other hand is caressing your nipples, the wetness from your pussy is running down across your anus”.

As I watched her hips started to rise, her breathing stopped and her legs came together trapping her hand. She seemed ready to burst when she let out a long groan and curled up rolling towards me. I put my arms around her and held her as her orgasm continued to shake her body. She pushed her face into my shoulder and eventually whispered “wow”.

When she had come down a little she move round so she was sitting between my legs leaning against me.

She smiled a wicked little smile and said, “You obviously enjoyed that too”.

I circled her with my arms ignoring the remark and asked “Now what did you do wrong”

She looked at me with a slight frown. “Nothing, it was lovely”. But it was clear another thought had hit her.

Her eyes were shinning and kept hold of mine in anticipation of what was to come.

“No, you were supposed to be tied, unable to move, instead you, well you moved” I said in an accusing tone.

Her smile had a kitten like quality as she said, “Well what are you going to do about it?”

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