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I can?t even remember how long I?ve been sitting on the edge of her bed - funny how time slips by when your fingers are laced with those of a beautiful girl. Her beauty is so intense that my eyes are repeatedly drawn away from the view of a sparkling city under the night sky. It was, admittedly, a bit awkward at first to be sitting with her on her bed, but awkward silence quickly turned into lustful energy at the sound of her voice, so disarming and tender. What started as a semi-casual conversation about sex had turned into a heated exploration of kinky desires... things I wouldn't dare share with anyone else. But I trust her. That's why I told her my fantasies. That's why we agreed to do this... Immersed in sexual tension, she turns gently towards me and I follow her lead. "How do you feel?" Her voice melts through the silence. Oh, that question. It's torture to expose myself this way, yet the heat of my arousal doesn't fade. "I feel... shy," I mumble, more softly than I expected "Yes, my shy boy," she replies knowingly and I am staring back, wide-eyed. She called me 'boy'. My face flushes. No one's ever talked to me this way before. I don?t feel like she?s demeaning me but I also have no idea what to say?so I laugh. Nervously. "Maybe 'boy' is inappropriate," I joke. She ignores it. She's not joking now. "My shy boy," she repeats, eyes glistening as a suggestive laugh escapes her, "everything I want to do to you tonight is inappropriate." Her shameless desire catches me off guard and I'm lost for words. She folds up onto her knees. Now she's just a bit taller... looking down at me. I breathe in this feeling of smallness, the beginning of my submission to her that is finally going to happen tonight. It?s all been arranged and discussed. So much, in fact, that I feared we?d over-planned and that it somehow wouldn?t be as much fun. But now, in this moment, it all feels like a dream. I gaze up into her beautiful, bright eyes, alight with passion and hot with energy. She wants me and God, oh God, I want her, too. Just as I twitch a muscle with the thought of touching her, I feel the soft caress of her hand on my cheek. She lights up with a coy smile. Slowly, she bends down to my ear. I can feel her breath there, teasing me. "I want to take you on a new adventure, tonight. I want to bind your hands and feel you surrender yourself to me." She licks her lips and I feel my breath hitch as she continues, ?I want take full advantage of your body. Is that alright with you, love?" She finishes her question with a hot breath and a playful flick of her tongue over my ear that sends shivers down my neck. My heart is racing; my breathing comes in anxious pants as something, perhaps embarrassment, sweeps over me. I am a flushed, horny mess and I don't know quite what to do or say. I want to make another joke, be cheeky, banter with her... but I also want to succumb to her, adore her, show her how badly I desire her Karaköy escort bayan power over me. The dichotomy of emotions swelling within me is almost too much and I don?t meet her gaze until she takes my face between both of her hands, a firm grip under her soft skin. "Talk to me, my lovely, shy boy," she urges, locking her stare into mine, "How else do you feel?" "I feel... well... excited, but also nervous? ? She waits for me to continue. ?Um... and a bit aroused if I'm honest." "Good, that's all to be expected," she smiles, satisfied, and taps her palm gently against my cheek and plants a kiss on my forehead. "And, you know, I like it when you're honest with me." I am warm with pride at her words and almost feel silly for the way they melt into me. Suddenly she's up, standing by the bed, still staring down on me with a cute, devious smirk and hands on her hips. I stare back with inquisitive eyes. What should I do now? "Let's start then," she interjects. She sounds bossy? serious? and sexy. ?If you want to play with me, I expect you to be as clean as possible." I shudder at the word 'expect' and all I can think is that I hope I can live up to her expectations tonight. "You'll go take a shower and come back here in just these," she continues and it is somehow relieving to no longer wonder about what I should do. She?s tossing a pair of black boxer briefs from her drawer into my hands. "Don't worry they're new." I nod and take the soft new underwear into the bathroom. They faintly smell like her from living amongst her panties. How long has she saved this gift for me? I shower thoroughly, intent not to fail my first task as her submissive. After my shower, I towel dry and dress as instructed. Looking in the mirror, I realize just how naked I feel, even not being totally unclothed. I'm really going to do this. I?m going to be submissive and kinky and it?s going to be fine. There?s no reason to be nervous, I tell myself. It won?t be too different from regular sex. Except, what if it is different? Or, what if it?s better? I decide that I've got to stop overthinking and, with a deep breath, I enter the bedroom and she is sitting on the bed again, but in a completely different outfit. She?s changed for me, too, and the thought makes me grin stupidly. A tight black and purple dress hugs her hips and displays her full breasts. Her long legs are bare and crossed and slick black pumps are on her feet. Her long hair is up in a high pony tail. She's still smirking. I'm taken aback by her, and feel heat rushing to my cock. God, we haven't even touched yet. "Sit with me, darling," she beckons, patting the comforter. On the fluffy white bed, she seems like such a pure girl. And now... well... I obey silently. She traces my lips with her finger. "And you say... yes, Miss." "Yes, Miss," I respond quickly. "There we go," she coos as she runs her hand down from my lips, Escort Kayaşehir across my neck and torso and I can?t hide from her as my muscles tense beneath her hand. She can feel every inch of my nervous, eager, arousal. And she can see it bulging in black between my legs. I?ve never felt so naked. Beside her she?s prepared a pile of braided cotton ropes. She unravels one and looks into my eyes. "Give me your wrists please, palms up." She is so fucking calm. How can she be so cool and collected when my heart is threatening to burst from my chest? I outstretch my hands but almost forget to respond; she's got me breathless again. "Yes, Miss." As she expertly coils her soft rope around my wrists, she asks if I remember our safe word. "It's red,? I respond and then remember to add, "? Miss." "Good, and if you say it again, what will happen?" "We... we?ll stop?" "Yes.? She is nodding. ?I will stop everything I?m doing. I will untie you, and we'll talk about it without any judgment or shame. You are safe. Do you understand?" I nod. ?That?s my good boy.? She finishes with a knot and lifts my wrists to admire her handiwork. I take it in, too. My tanned wrists are bound together by her white rope, creating a contrast that really is something special. The rope is knotted so neatly I wouldn?t want to untie it even if I knew how. I pull my wrist apart at the bondage and it holds. The ropes don?t loosen or budge at all. Incredible. "You've never been tied up before," she observes."How does it feel?" I search for the right way to describe it but can't find the words. "It feels good, Miss." I manage. But it doesn't just feel good. It feels hot, exhilarating, and terrifying... like securing the harness on a roller coaster. How do I find a way to describe it? She smiles, pleased by my answer and proceeds to put my hands above my head and secure them to the headboard. I struggle a bit to test the ropes again, and feel a steady resistance. This is really it. I'm nearly naked, tied up before her, helpless - really helpless. The feeling is nothing short of incredible. She stands to admire her work. "Look at you there, squirming and bound for me." She laughs, playful and teasing. "Now, I can do anything I want to you and you can't do a thing about it. Does that make you nervous, my boy? Or does it make you fucking hard?? I feel my breath hitch at her words. Yes. Anything she wants. She climbs back onto the bed, straddles my hips, and begins rocking slowly against my growing erection. She feigns a gasp when she feels how hard I?ve already become and leans down low to my ear. ?Slut,? she lets out the word in a slow hiss and I melt for her. I hear myself let out a moan as I close my eyes and just feel her warmth against me ? just let her have me. Her fingertips lightly press against my closed eyelids as she whispers, "Good idea." My pleasure abruptly stops and I jerk towards Küçükçekmece escort her as she stands up but I am held back by ropes. "Silly," she teases, "you're stuck there." I?d almost forgotten that I was tied. The second realization brings a new heat of arousal and excitement. She has a black blindfold. "Lift your head." She secures it in one swift, skilled motion and my world is dark. "Brilliant, isn't it?" She enthuses, "I love this one. It blocks how every trace of light. Now you can just relax. Just feel." She's right, my world is dark, and it's as if I can suddenly feel my entire body more intensely. The air is heavier, my hair is on end, my senses primed. I urge my muscles to relax, and take a few deep breaths, trying to anticipate where I'll feel her touch next. It's my chin. Two soft fingertips urge it upward and hot breath floats over my exposed neck. She breathes warm kisses down my throat, one by one. Around the side of my neck, they become deeper, harder. The hot pressure of her as she continues up my neck begins to overtake me and I sigh. ?Rule number one,? she giggles, her lips close to the side of my head. She traces her fingertips through my hair and whispers and sighs into my ear. Tingles of pleasure shoot though my body. "Don't... kiss... me... " she moans between lusty pants. Confused but eager to please, I nod. "Yes, Miss." She brushes her fingers down my cheek, and follows them with a trail of quick, sweet kisses, leading to the corner of my lips. I pucker them, expecting her to kiss me. "What did I just say?" I relax my lips, "You? not to kiss you, Miss." And I suddenly realize the game she is playing with me. I feel my face get hot. She is toying with me and I am allowing myself to be toyed with. Why is this turning me on so much? My cock aches and I find myself wishing she would straddle my hips again. She repeats her kisses down the other side of my face and all the way to my lips, but I remember to keep them still. "What a good listener you are." Her kisses begin to linger across my forehead, eyebrows, down my nose, chin, across my jawbone. Each kiss seems heavier than the last as I struggle not to kiss back. A frustrated moan escapes me. I hear her giggling again and shift my hands, taking in the helplessness of my situation once again. It is so, unbearably difficult to keep my face relaxed as she kisses, licks, teases, and blows over me, taking her time to enjoy my predicament and relishing every strained sigh. Suddenly, I feel her peck a kiss onto my starved lips and I produce a grunt that is almost primal. God, I am putty in her hands. "Kiss me back now," she commands. She sinks her lips onto mine, and we finally kiss. I forgo any technique, hungry for her, and she matches my enthusiasm with a fervent passion. She weaves her hands through the back my hair and lifts my head towards her as our tongues meet. The reminder of my limitations as I jerk to touch her back has become a sweet and welcome feeling. I'm hers, completely. Just feel, she said, so I do. Our kiss comes to an end; she pulls away and straddles my hips again. My cock is rock hard as she rocks her hips against me, humming with her own pleasure. I wriggle beneath her, longing to be touched, to get off.