He had shaggy hair, a weak chin and features that would look boyish even when he was a old man. A plain white long-sleeved dress shirt, jeans and sandals (I have a fetish for this outfit although I prefer old-fashioned sneakers, he wore sandals today because they were easily removed).
As I turned the key in my front door's lock I turned to him. "You can still change your mind if you don't feel ready yet. We can do it another time. Otherwise you become my slave as soon as we enter and the door closes."
"I - I've wanted to do this for so long ... Please could we just go in." His voice was barely above a whisper. I kissed him lightly on the forehead and opened the door.
We'd met and talked several times. I had little bondage experience, he none. Finally he felt as though he knew me enough to trust me. Our scene would be simple and very light. Few words. No titles. Hopefully we'd get fancier on future dates.
I went directly to the couch in the center of the room and sat down. My voice dropped as I told him, "Come stand in front of me. Keep your eyes at my feet." I let him stand there a bit. I was pretty sure I detected a couple of barely suppressed shivers. Whether from excitement or fear I couldn't tell. Probably he couldn't either.
Time to get started. "Step out of your sandals, then take off your t-shirt." That done he started to fidget. "Take off your jeans, then keep your hands together behind your back." Now nude he was blushing more than a little. He was even thinner than I'd realized. Scrawny was the word. I'd always been turned on by frail guys. They make me feel protective and strong. Nothing had seemed more arousing. But his submission was raising it to a new intensity.
"Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to me." He had already been pretty near so this was the work of a few moments. "Look me in the eyes." Ordinarily sharpness and clarity of his eyes made him seem enormously intelligent and capable. Now apprehension and bafflement made him look more like a child even though he, like myself was in his mid-40s. It sent a strong jolt of some kind of euphoria through me. The whole world seem condensed and concentrated in his vulnerability.
Now to the next stage in our script. "To show your complete submission you will pick up each of my hands, the right hand first and kiss each knuckle." His hands trembled just a little he kissed four knuckles on each hand. Not knowing what to do he looked at the floor.
Putting a couple of fingers underneath his chin I turned his eyes back to mine. "My thumbs have knuckles as well. I told you to kiss each knuckle. Since you did not obey me I have no choice but to punish you to insure that you don't repeat your error."
"Come around to my right side and stretch yourself across my lap." When he was in place I place my left hand gently but firmly against the back of his neck. "I have ten knuckles so you'll get ten across your backside." My hand - I hoped - came down came down just hard enough to cause a sharp sting. His soft whimper made it clear that he felt it but that it didn't hurt any worse than we'd agreed upon. Checking my watch I put about 30 seconds between each slap wanting to draw it out without letting things drag.
I'd gotten more aroused than I expected: didn't want to stop slapping and wanted to slap harder. But we'd agreed how far things would go the firs time and I knew I'd feel like scum if I broke his trust. So I shoved him off my lap onto the floor.
"Get back on your hands and knees on the floor." When he did I stood up and grabbed a handful of his hair as a leash. I gave it a tug. "Come."
It was a little awkward as bent slightly I led him to the bedroom.
"On the bed on your back." I picked up a pair of padded cuffs and wrapped them though the brass bars of the head of the bed. I took one hand then another and locked them in place. Since he was in physical bondage I looked closely at him to see how he was taking it. I knew that as badly as he wanted to try this it had taken a big leap for him to trust me. He didn't seem to even see me. It was as if finally living out years of dreaming had so exalted him that the outside world, even me had vanished from his awareness.
Next came blindfolds. What I'd bought looked something like the ones you sometimes see rich people wearing in old movies to help themselves sleep. They were easy to put on and comfortable. I heard a startled "Oh!" as I think he came back to earth.
Then I stripped. I'd had an erection from the moment he was first on his knees. I'd barely noticed it before being wholly absorbed in his submission.
I started pinching him: ear lobes, nipples, the spaces between his fingers and toes. Then I tugged on his crotch hair. Always just enough to cause the beginning of pain but no more. My hands wandered around at no pattern and he'd jerk just a little with an occasional moan of pain.
For a time I focused on his fore skin and balls. His strongest fantasies and biggest fears were of genital torture. It took very little to induce a shudder. Testing and stretching limits would be for a later day.
It hadn't really been very long but I knew the time was coming to finish. I brushed my finger tips and the back of my hand along his cock. He told me he'd almost never had an orgasm so I expected it might take some work to get him off.
I'd barely started when his back arched and the semen started spurting out. I new a guy who claimed he could come just by fantasizing but never asked him to prove it. This was pretty close to that. It was what was going on in his head that brought him off moreso than my fingers.
As soon as he'd stopped I removed the cuffs, gag and blindfold. He was murmuring incoherently. While I couldn't make out the words I knew what he was saying: the incredible fulfillment of a fantasy realized.
I kissed him, slid into the bed beside him, he curled up, put his head on my chest and rubbed his cheek against my chest hairs. Very quickly he nodded off. My own orgasm would come a later when he awoke.
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