Chapter 1
I had never been with a partner who shared my fetishes before. Sure, I'd had sex. But it was always what us kinksters called "vanilla": straightforward sex in the normal positions. Sometimes we'd throw in a sixty-nine if we both wanted to get off at the same time giving and receiving oral. But never had I had someone controlling me, telling me what to do. Or what not to do in some instances. Not to mention the bondage, light as it may be in our relationship. I was also a little curious about the obsession people had with spanking.
I had been timid at first, especially after our first in-person meeting. It had taken me months before I'd actually met Ashton. The first time was in a discussion group on the website. I had started a thread about the proper way to delay an orgasm since I was unattached and had to use my own two hands to do the job. I had heard that delayed gratification was highly arousing, so I thought I'd try it myself to get some practice in the meantime.
Ashton was the thirteenth person to respond to my thread and the only male. I almost missed his comment among all of the women giving advice...and flirting with me despite my "straight" status on my profile. What stood out the most was his picture. Unlike the pictures on the profiles of most of the men I had either chatted with or had browsed while trolling for possible partners, Ashton's picture was not a nude of him or some free random photo of an unknown guy's cock. Rather, it was a pencil drawing of a lion with a tiny, sleeping lamb curled in between its large paws. I later found out that Ashton had drawn it himself. He was a protector, and that is exactly what I needed.
Ours was a slow-evolving relationship. A quick, private message here or there. A comment on similar threads or a topic one of us started in a group. And then we moved to the chatrooms. With the chatting came the teasing and flirting and eventually, the cyber playing. After about six months, he proposed that we meet in person.
Our roles had been clearly established from the beginning. He wanted to be in control, and I wanted to be controlled. Not always in the physical sense, but also mentally, with words at times. Oh, the power of words. I have learned to orgasm without a single touch. To know what my body was capable of ...that another person's voice could have such an effect on me... It was mind-blowing.
+++++
FLASHBACKS
I whimpered, struggling as I woke. I tried to roll over onto my stomach, but my arms were restrained above my head, my wrists tied together. My legs were in a similar predicament, stretched out as I lay on my back on the bed, my ankles bound. It was probably the first time my legs had actually been closed in several hours. I wondered how long he'd let me doze.
A deep chuckle came from above me. I swung my head to the left and then the right, but I couldn't see a damn thing with the blindfold on.
"Shh, shh, shh." Rough fingers trailed lightly along my cheek, and I shivered. "You look so lovely, Maxine, my love. Now, just relax."
I closed my eyes, as if that would make a difference, and took a deep breath. It came out shaky, so I tried again. When I could inhale and exhale without my body shuddering from his constant touch—and the hidden promises in his quiet command—I let my head roll to the side, my cheek resting against my left shoulder.
"That's a good girl." His fingers trailed down my neck, and then his warm hand cupped my cheek.
A sweet smell invaded my nostrils. It was the scent of arousal on his skin—my arousal. I had lost count of how many orgasms I'd had since I'd arrived. Most recently, he had languidly stroked my pussy and clit with those same fingers until I became a writhing mass of limbs. He had secured my wrists and then my ankles together as I came down from my high and drifted off.
END of FLASHBACKS
I remember the day we met very clearly. I had been giddy, waiting for Ashton at the restaurant, seated in a booth away from the rest of the customers. It had been one of his directions. So had the clothes I was wearing: a red top and black pants. The former showed off my breasts, and the latter, my ass. I was well endowed on both ends, and I liked to flaunt them yet still leave plenty to the imagination. Ashton had told me to pull my hair back. I had opted to braid my blonde hair instead of leaving it loose in a ponytail.
We had exchanged personal photos, so I had an idea of what he looked like. Yet when he walked up to the table, all five-foot-eleven inches and two-hundred-and-thirty pounds of him, I couldn't breathe. He was beautiful. At least to me.
He was overweight like me, yet he wasn't obscenely so. Perfect cuddling size. His black polo emphasized his thick arms, and I couldn't wait for him to wrap them around me.
His hair was dark and although short, it had a natural wave to it that gave it some texture. I had raised my hands from my lap, instinctively wanting to run my fingers through those lovely locks. But a flash in his eyes warned me to resist the temptation.
Oh those eyes. They were dark as well, matching the chocolate brown of his hair. And they focused directly on mine. I shut my mouth, suddenly aware that I had been gaping, and smiled up at him. When he smiled back, those eyes shone brighter, almost melting my insides.
I had remained seated when he introduced himself and held out his hand to shake mine. It was my first act of submission to him in person. My life had never been the same again.
We waited until our sixth meeting before entering a bedroom, but even then, we started from the beginning despite our online encounters. It just wasn't the same, especially for someone like me who had never done this before. Talk about feeling awkward. But Ashton was—and is—a very patient Dom. He took his time with me, showing me the ropes. Well, those didn't come around for a few more months, but you know what I mean.
+++++
This is only a short story. I already made this one before and I'd loved to share it with you here. Hope you enjoy!
xoxo
Aphrodite
