Recollections of an encounter-
“What kind of wine would you like me to bring?” I emailed her.
The message came back, “Malbec.”
Good choice. I really like the dark berries and spiciness that Malbecs possess. They sip well all by themselves, though I was hoping the pairing for this one, tonight, would be more than just a nice wine tasting.
She had a light coat wrapped around her robe as she met me by the door. Her near shoulder-length hair was black tinted in a blue-green accent. She’s tiny, maybe 5 foot 2 with a slight build. She led me into her apartment where she locked the door and hung her coat. She touched an empty hook as she smiled at me; I hung my sweeter. After I set down the envelope and wine she reached around me and gave me a huge welcome hug.
There were two goblets on the butcher block counter. She took a corkscrew from the drawer and gave me the task of opening and pouring. I offered her glass then poured mine. She took my hand and led meto the comfortable sofa in the living room. We closed glasses and sipped, savoring the dark fruit. We held hands and chatted. I shared about my life situation and experience, well maybe lack thereof in certain areas. I told her about my particular desires for eye contact and attention to cunnilingus. She made her mental notes.
After a few more minutes of pleasure and flirtation, we confirmed that I needed to go home with no more marks than I might get at a deep tissue mass. Another sip and she stood. “Refill my glass and let’s go into my studio.”
Her studio is separated from the living room by a brown lace curtain. I scanned the room through the curtain counterclockwise from about 1 o’clock. I could see a door on the right leading to another room or maybe closet —she went in to get her 5-inch clear platform heels; she nearly reached my height with them on— and a mass table. I couldn’t see the rest of the room until I walked in.
On the left wall, speakers and a tall open shelf unit were in front of the window and in the 7 o’clock corner stood a tall black padded “X”-a St. Andrew’s cross. The walls had hooks for various “decorations”: a fancy black costume mask and feather duster hung on the wall by the massage table. Near the cross hung various lengths of thick red rope and other items she used in play.
She hoped up on the massage table and said, “I want you to strip and folder Your clothes.” I walked over to her and pulled my shirt over my head. Before I knew it she was behind me. She swatted my butt, grabbed it, and whispered in my ear, “When I give you a command, you respond, ‘Yes, Mistress.’”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good,” she said.
I continued undressing as she did something behind me, I think she was adjusting the playlist or volume of the music. “Hurry up.”
“Yes Mistress,” I replied as I quickly folded my jeans and underwear and put them in the pile.
“Put them on this shelf then get on the table face down.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Now give me some deep breaths,” she said as she began leaning into my shoulders and pressing the heels of her hands into my upper back. After a few minutes and more reminders to breathe, something finally gave and she said, “That’s a good boy, now you are starting to relax. Now roll over and scoot down.”
“Yes Mistress,” I said as I obeyed. She pressed firmly into my pec muscles; I commented on her surprise strength. She told me tries to work out to stay fit. She pressed and kneaded a few more minutes.
“I’m going to go take off my purple lips. I don’t want to get it all over you. Close your eyes and imagine yourself taking off my robe.” She stepped into the bathroom.
I replied, “Yes Mistress.”
She touched along my legs as she returned. She lightly slapped my erection then kissed it before she returned to the head of the massage table. She put the matching fabric tie of her robe in my mouth and said, “bite it”. She spun, laughing as she unwound it. She pulled off the robe revealing her perfectly form fitting white with gray trim bra and panty set. The bra had a unique stick that made a collar around her neck. It was very sexy. She moved down the table to make sure I could see her. Then she sashayed up the length of the table lightly touching my skin as she went.
Back at my head, she whispered, “Have you ever been cuffed?”
“No Mistress.”
“There’s a first time for everything. Don’t go anywhere.”
She walked down the side of the table past my feet to the door to the other room. She returned with the cuffs. Watching her walk across my view, it was my first glimpse of her tight body from the side. Her ass is magnificently firm and toned. She chided me for watching her. “You told me not to move, you didn’t say, ‘don’t look,’” I said playfully.
“Close your eyes.” As she walked along the table, she lifted my arms above my head. She fastened a wide leather cuff to my right wrist and laid my arm back and repeated on the left. She quickly finished my wrists and moved to my ankles.
“Okay, get up,” she said as she patted my leg.
“Oh! I’m not strapped to the table?” I was surprised. I guess with my eyes closed my imagination took over.
She moved to the six-foot square white faux fur rug in the middle of the room. “Right here on all fours.”
“Yes Mistress.”
She stood in front of me her slender legs touching the top of my head. She fastened a collar around my neck and explained that the collar symbolized her ownership. While it was on, I was not my own; I was only hers. The safe word would be “red”. “Is this understanding?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good boy. Now lay down, Put your hands behind your back.” She hooked together rings on each cuff. She bent my left leg at the knee and joined it to my wrists then repeated adding my right ankle with a final ‘click.’ “There,” she giggled. “How does that feel?”
“It’s OK, I guess.”
“Try to move.”
“Yes Mistress,” I said as I tried to pull my hands and feet against each other. I finally managed to roll onto my back.
“Breathe, Dear. Don’t forget you need to breathe.”
“Yes Mistress.” I got my wrists down near my buttocks, but with my ankles secured to them my right hamstring cramped up after just a few seconds in this unfamiliar position. I kind of gasped, “Oh, I have a cramp.”
“Do you mean, ‘red?’” she asked as she moved to unhook the ankles from my wrists.
“No. You weren’t hurting me. I think I could have endured it.”
“Let me work that out. Roll over. You can’t relax with a cramp.”
She dug into my hammy and released the cramp. Then she rolled me onto my back and positioned my hands above my head. She teased all over my body with her lips and fingers. She teased my lips with hers brushing them then pressing them and finally finding my tongue with hers. She sat up and removed her bra then lowered her soft breast to my lips for another kind of tease. She rubbed her breasts all over my torso from my lips to my hips then moved above my head and unhooked the cuffs at my wrists.
She spread my arms and straddled my head, her white panties mere inches from my mouth. I raised my head to see if I could reach it. She whispered, “You want to lick my pussy, don’t you?” She turned and taunted, “You’re going to have to earn it. First, I I wanted you to learn my scent.” She backed up and brushed her panties on my nose while playing with my cock and balls with her hands and lips. She teased me for several minutes before reaching down and pushing the fabric aside to let me see her moist lips and get an even better whiff of her sexy aroma.
She patted my cock and spun away from me. “Get on my cross.”
“Yes Mistress,” I said rolling first to my knees then standing. As I situationd my feet on the little platforms, she took my right hand and raised it to the upper arm of the X. She crossed in front of me and raised my left. Shedidn’t attach them, but they didn’t come down either. The magic of my will submitting to hers.
She went to the hook on the wall beside me and took down a pair of leather-like floggers. Fingers of each hand threaded into holes in the handles, she twirled them forward hitting my shoulders and chest. She stepped back and reversed direction to strike my legs and a couple times making me wince as they hit my balls. After a bit of that she reached another toy from a basket on her shelf near the window: a pinwheel. It had a couple dozen needle-sharp spines attached to a steel handle that was about 6 inches long.
“The new game is don’t flinch.”
“Yes Mistress.”
She drew patterns from the hollow of my hip up my side across my nipple and over to the other side. She giggled. Her eyes showing delight as she watched my every response. From time to time, again, she reminded me to breathe as she learned where I am most sensitive.
She put down the pinwheel and tried tickling me with her fingers. “Aw, you’re not ticklish.”
“I can be, but it’s more about catching me off guard than about the stimulus itself.”
“That sounds like a challenge, hmm?”
“If you say so, Mistress. I look forward to it.”
She floated me a bit more then told me to get back on the floor on my back. She straddled me again and playedfully teased me in a female-superior 69. Her hands and mouth were all over my cock and balls. Finally, she removed her panties revealing her beautiful lips.
She brushed my nose with her labia before finally allowing my tongue to taste her. I traced her lips up one side and down the other several times before she rotated her hips and pressed back fully engaging our lips and allowing my tongue to dip into the source of her sweet dew.
She rod my mouth while she massed my balls and sucked me, bringing me to the that place just far enough from the edge. She let go of me and concentrated on her own pleasure. She sat up straight and swirled her hips grinding her wet lips on my mouth. She rested her hands on my thighs for support.
She pushed back and rode forward pressing harder and harder until she could take no more stimulation. Suddenly, she stopped and pulled her knees under herself raising her quivering, dripping pussy from me. She stayed still and replaced control of her own breathing while my breath continued savoring her scent and my cock throbbed in anticipation.
She slapped my cock again and said, “Okay, back to my cross.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I stepped up on the platforms and raised my hands while she fetched her next toy. She held it down out of sight as she approached me from my left side. I felt the light brush off feathers at the outside of my knee. She ticked up and around my tigh then moved to the other.
She ticked from my open palms, which were cool from being above my head, down my wrists past my elbows to my armpits and then nipples. They were tight and as erect as I can ever remember them. She caught my eyes with hers before she leaned in and kissed then nibbled one.
“Mrrr,” she pursued before recovering with the feather. “I want you back on the floor for more edging.”
On my back on the rug again, she mounted my mouth again for another orgasm. While I licked, she drew her fingerprintnails along the length of cock and over the sensitive skin off my scrotum. She licked my cock then took it full in her mouth in increasingly slow increments. She worked me to the edge again then stopped and stood.
She had me up on my knees and follow her to the cross. It was time for another cool-down for me. She mounted the big X. She wasckoned me to her and told me to lick her. She held my head close while I kissed and probed with my tongue. She got herself near another orgasm then stopped me and told me to grab the feather duster and worship her with it before I could lick again. She cooed and pursued at the sensing of the light feathers on her beautifullly goose-bumped skin. She let me lick her some more before sending me back to the floor.
Recent on my back for more teasing, in my peripheral vision, I saw her take down a length of red rope. She used it to tie the wrist cuffs over my head.
“Close your eyes, dear.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She went again to the other room. I could hear her moving and arranging things as she got power for her next tool: a Magic Wand. The next thing I sensed was intense victory as she drew the implementation up my leg before setting it to work on my perineum and back side of my scrotum. I could feel my testicles roll in anticipation. After a few minutes there, she moved along the length of my shaft and concentrated on my frenulum, driving me close to the edge again.
She parked the vibrator between my legs and straddled my head again. As she lowered her lips towards my mouth she told me stroke myself and play with my balls while she rode my face again. She stopped me short of orgasm andwent back to her cross for the final scene.
She stood there and told me to lick her while I stroked.
I knelt there licking her intensely and getting myself closer to my own orgasm. Finally, as she was breathing rapidly and anticipating her own release, she told me to stroke hard and cum in my hand.
This was the most intense and enjoyable season of sensitive play of my life.
This is what it is to smell a rose. Rose, the beauty to behold. The beauty to inhale. The beauty to savor.
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