New Territory

Patrick is starting to come out of his shell.

*happy dance*

In recent weeks, he's been musing playfully about blindfolds and tied wrists, and I've been egging him on just as playfully. I wasn't sure he'd ever actually want to try it, but I was willing to play along. If nothing else, it was fun as hell to talk about.

My own experience with this kind of play is limited, but it has always fascinated me. I think it requires total trust between both people, and a willingness to just let go.

One night last week, he sent me a text, needing inspiration to get out there and do his run. I promised a picture when he was done. Thus fortified against the cold weather, he set out. I snapped a few pics and got them uploaded into an e-mail, ready to send. Forty minutes later, he texted to say that he was done, and I hit send.

After five minutes, he sent a short text followed by our usual signal to cease communications.

Your place. Noon tomorrow. Have those scarves we talked about ready.

I swear my heart almost stopped.

The next morning, he's already waiting online and spends a couple hours winding me even tighter, telling me just how much anticipation he's feeling.

When we got to my place, the energy was pouring off him in waves. He took me straight to the bedroom, and when he turned around in the half-dim of the room he had the most extraordinary look on his face ~ like he wanted to seize control, but didn't know how. I did the first thing that came to mind. I knelt down in front of him, folded my hands behind my back, and bowed my head.

He stood absolutely still for several moments. Afterwards, he told me that he was stunned at first, and then realized what I was doing. I was giving control to him, telling him I trusted him, giving myself to him.

I tilted my head to smile up at him, seeing the answering smile in his eyes, and then nodded my head toward the dresser where two silk scarves were laid out. He blindfolded me, careful to keep my hair out of the knot; and then undressed me from the waist up, running his hands over my skin. That done, he secured my hands behind my back. Firmly.

'You're mine.' His voice was quiet, but sure. I nodded.

He pulled me to my feet, took a firm grasp of my hair, and kissed me. Firmly.

In no time, he had me completely bare, and I could hear his clothes hitting the floor. His touches were fleeting; I couldn't anticipate them, deprived as I was of sight and touch.

Soon, he has me back on my knees, his hand in my hair controlling my head, rushing toward an orgasm and then backing off several times. Just when I think he's finally going to explode in my mouth, he pulls me to my feet and spins me around, bending me over the edge of the bed.

But he doesn't touch me. Until... SLAP! His palm comes down on my ass, and I jump, giggling nervously.

'Get up on the bed, in the middle, on your side.' I've never heard his voice sound like this, and it's making me shiver.

I scramble to climb up and arrange myself on my side and he joins me, next to me on his knees and he just plays. Strong fingers in my pussy, his other hand holding my head in place. He's driving me insane with his fingers, I'm moaning and trembling and dying to get at him.

When he finally lifts my head and lets me suck him, I'm so turned that on that I start to orgasm right away. Both his hands are on my head now, controlling my every movement ~ he's actually fucking my mouth! This is totally uncharted territory for him and I'm absolutely loving it! He's talking too, telling me how hot I look, how much he's loving this, and it's making me even wilder.

Only one problem... my left arm has gone completely numb. He notices me shifting around, trying to ease the pressure and takes pity on me. He helps me to my knees, and stands

on the mattress with one hand braced on the ceiling, grabs a handful of hair, flexes his hips a few times, and completely loses it.

Afterward, he knelt down with me and took me in his arms and whispered in my ear. He told me what a good girl I was, how pleased he was... and that he was going to leave me wanting.

Son. Of. A. .... bastard!!

At least I'll die with a smile on my face...