We awoke to the sounds and smells of a castle. I looked at the huge tapestry, the coat of arms and portraits on the wall. I asked, Rhondda “Do you trust me?
“What do you mean, trust you?”
I pulled out a blindfold and said, “Would you trust me if you couldn’t see what I was doing? I’ve got a fantasy where one of us is in charge during sex. What do you think?”
“I could go along with that.”
“Do you consent to be tied and spanked with this Sweet Sting Riding Crop from the Shades of Grey Bondage Collection?”
“I consent, but will it hurt very much?”
I was a novice at this, but advised, “We’ll agree on a safe word, a prearranged and unambiguous sign to end whatever we’re doing. The most common safe words are red, yellow and green representing the traffic signals for stop, proceed with caution and go. What word do you choose?”
“Motherfucker! That’s a word I don’t like and would never use it in casual conversation.”
I placed a pillow in the center of the bed and had her lie on it with the side of her face on another pillow at the head of the bed. I asked, “Are you comfortable?”
I looped silk ropes around her wrists and ankles using girth hitches and tied them to the four bedposts using quick release mooring hitches. I showed her how the girth hitches would secure but not tighten. I also showed her how the knots on the bedposts would release with one tug of the free end. I then placed the blindfold over her eyes and checked to see that nothing interfered with her breathing. When I was sure everything was as planned I placed the blindfold over her eyes.
Rhondda said, “This makes me feel very vulnerable.”
I said, “That’s where the trust comes in.”
I stood and with the riding crop in hand, stroked her body with the slapper. I patted the insides of her thighs and the cheeks of her bum. I slid the slapper up and down her spine ending at her exposed sex. Then I took a tease tickle feather stick and followed the same route. When she began to relax I touched her lower back with an ice cube.
“Ooooh, that’s cold.”
“It’s also surprising, you won’t know what’s coming next, but I promise nothing will harm you or leave marks, a little redness perhaps. Do you consent to have me begin?”
I started with the tease tickle feather and began at her feet, inside her thighs, then under her arms continuing down her sides. With the riding crop, I slapped her gently on the inner thighs then the cheeks of her bum.
“Does that hurt?” I asked.
I slapped harder on the cheeks of her ass. A warm glow began to appear. She winced.
“Should I go on?”
I placed an ice cube on the redness then continued slapping. I tried not to overlap the strokes and limited them to her buttocks and upper thighs. I developed a regular rhythm. Rhondda began writhing against the pillow, a highly erotic sight. My cock began to rise of its own accord.
“It feels so good. I want you.”
I continued slapping and her wriggling and squirming only increased. I released the knots and before I even had a chance to remove her blindfold she grabbed me by my hips and began swallowing my erect penis. I pushed her on her back and spread her legs. I dived into her dripping pussy and sucked the delicious juices as my nose rubbed her clit. I could feel her orgasm mounting. I penetrated her and was drawn into the vortex of this divine maelstrom where we went mad with a disturbing blend of violence and eroticism. We bucked and pounded in a seemingly relentless orgasm. Gradually we came down from the dizzying heights of euphoria and gazed into each other’s eyes. We were spent and happy luxuriating in the magic and love that was us.
I could tell that Patrick was in an adventurous mood. He watched me cross from the bathroom where I had been luxuriating in a claw foot bath that one might expect in an opulent castle. The room smelled of the candles that I had lit on the nightstand, though it was the morning I still loved the scent. Patrick sat across from the bed as I combed my wet hair on the edge. Suddenly he asked if I felt like experimenting if I trusted him. I trusted him implicitly to never to do anything that would not be pleasurable and since I recognized some toys that he had brought with us, I knew we were going to try a bit of dominant/submission, something new to me.
We decided on a safe word, and he positioned me on the bed as he wished, silken ropes held me loosely to the four poster. I could feel the deep sensation of desire welling in my belly, slowing moving downward. I did feel vulnerable, helpless, but that only added to my passion. I felt the swish of the slapper against my ass cheeks, perfectly applied I felt no pain but an exquisite rush of need and an aching deep in my sex. He continued to use the various dominant tools on me, at one point carefully letting the wax drip at my navel and watch it dry in streams toward my pussy. I needed to be fucked, to be fucked by him. He sensed my urgency and with one hand released me from the binds, pulled me toward him, his cock hard and ready, I stroked it with my hand and slipped it into my mouth, letting my tongue circle the head and I began to suck and lick rhythmically to his moans.
He pulled out and cupped my breasts, taking each nipple, sucking it, gently biting and each time I felt as if I would come that very second. I opened my legs wide for him, my feet touching the bed and when he entered me we looked deeply into each other’s eyes and I felt him pulsating and my sex tightened around his cock as I came over him, I felt his hot cum filling me and my legs lifted slightly from the bed and wrapped around him to pull him in further. We held each other, exhausted. We put off our plans for a while, we just wanted to be alone, wrapped around each other.
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